The Maximoff family was led to their private apartment, where they would be staying for the duration of the trip. Wanda paced back and forth through the apartment parlor, as she contemplated on which paintings she should hang up in her room.
"Not those paintings again Wanda." Ulysses taunted as he walked in from the deck.
"The difference between my art taste and Ulysses's art taste, is that I have some." Wanda fired back, not looking up from the portrait she was holding in her hands. Ulysses scoffed, and retreated back to the deck. Wanda soon decided on a painting done by someone named Pablo Picasso, and gave it to her maid to hang up.
"Remember to be ready for dinner at 8 o'clock, Wanda." Her mother reminded her as she entered the parlor. Wanda sighed at the thought of dinner. She hated listening to the same conversations about economics and politics, shared between the men.
"I'm going to get ready for dinner." She announced to her maids.
And with that, she retreated to her room.James
James and Steve made their way down the narrow hall, to find their room.
"Hi my name's James Barnes." He introduced himself to their roommates. They looked at him strangely, and didn't say anything. James fought with Steve over who would get top bunk, before eventually letting Steve have it. Even though he wasn't first class, James couldn't be happier that he was staying on the Grandest ship in the world, and with his best friend, and so, as he lay down to sleep, he thought of the future, and what it had in store for him.
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